| We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial | |
| Lie with me | |
| I said and lying's what she always did and always will. | |
| All these thoughts keep leading back to him. | |
| And no signs from | |
| Cinema.No city skyline. | |
| No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o' clock | |
| Your voice skips as it always did and always will | |
| All these thoughts keep leading back | |
| It's the light from your sunless room | |
| Scattered in pieces all around you. | |
| Recession of these thoughtless forms | |
| Reciting every line as a way of life and a way of death in time | |
| We heard Ian | |
| Curtis kill himself again in your bed. | |
| In these 24 hours we stretched into a room filled with "Heart and Soul." | |
| This is the way. | |
| Step inside and march in the procession of empty hearts. | |
| Love has torn us apart. | |
| It's a part of me a part of you in time we're falling apart together. |